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i finished the book a bit melancholic. i always feel like this when i read anything WWII related. this one specifically made me conflicted; i was reading deep and personal information on a nazi collabo that deeply influenced the thing i& #39;m most passionate about in life - fashion.
i can never bring myself to love chanel (the maison, the woman) as a 13 years-old me would. not only my taste has evolved, but her words and actions are hard to forgive - specially because she never faced trial, and her crimes rest peacefully under a multimillionaire empire.
i felt angry, deeply angry, through the book because sometimes i would relate to her insecurities, her desire to be loved and her fear of failure (and, sometimes, even to her extravagancies). that& #39;s the best and worst part about reading a biography; people are unforgivably human.
it& #39;s fucking uncomfortable to relate to a nazi spy and far-right anti-semitic lunatic, but that& #39;s the kind of thing you expose yourself during a reading like this. but most things she said made me want to throw up, i don& #39;t feel like forgiving her (nor i think i have such power).
